May God bless you, O mother of Ma'badWith a light that shone from the suns of MuhammadHe is the one who punishes, the one who is protected, and the one who gathers.The most honorable of people will remain in every observatoryThey sang about ruins, but what do I have to do with Khawla?If they saw her in the homes of Thamad?!And they wandered with their camels, then what do I have to do with herwhen her riders head towards Dharghad?!I try to say something that shows all the goodnessAnd a light for those who have lost their way, to be guidedAnd the most comprehensive thing said in praise of a masterHe is the bright singular if it is said, 'My master.'It is the clarity spread in the skyAnd a flash of lightning in a darkened darkness, so I return with broken eyelids and sleepless.And whoever seeks the heavens will one day be kept awakeI try, but major sins are in my bloodYou tell me to go back, you're the one who ruined meDo you praise the best of creation? Your sin has not ceas ed.He is being extravagant, and your steps are aggressive.If you want closeness, then take the path repentantAnd whoever seeks the guidance of the lovers will be guided.He knocks on the windows of the guides and hopesAcceptance, and walks to the clouds, and redeemsAnd he cries out: I have returned, O Lord, a Muslim.For your sake, I will tie the rope of your throne in my hand.I love my messenger, so open the door wideAs your hands could hold my tears of affectionGive me letters to complete a sentenceIt suits someone who gives the hymn to a singer.Muhammad is the voice of light since the creation spokeThe cry of the fire of truth in every hearthHe is the pole, the generous helper, and a mercy.From God, a gift to every institutethat shares its bread in the hunger of the evenings.To sleep with a hot, fluted eyelidAnd a thirsty man drinks from his abundant spring.To fill the palm trees with emerald blossomsAnd the Lord of the universe disciplined him, preserving him.His mo rals are the Quran in every respect.The faithful spirit came to explainAnd he dictated to him the remembrance without refutationA valuable and revealed book of lifeFor every tribe in eternal timeIt lights the path of the wayfarers and their night.And it explains the chest of the hesitant questionerThe spring of the hearts of those who know his guidanceAnd I protect, in the name of God, every envied person.He spent a long time in the land of Mecca, prayingTo meet the follies of the stubborn, denouncing one, and the alliances hastened to watch for his deathin a sinful night, with a disfigured face and foaming at the mouth.But in the eyes of a sovereign Lord,when He says, 'Be,' to a thing, it will be at an appointed time. SoHe insisted on sending the message to his family, so thatthey might spread out on the breasts of the stars with glory.And a husband, an old man, and a young man walked with him.Let us reach the lofty palace of the Most HighAnd the difficult land submitted to him with satisfactionAnd he changed a page into a complex revenge poisonAnd the days shone long and wideAs if there were no allegations of Arbad in itAnd the Persian stranger became one of his family members.And a sold slave... like an imitation swordHe argued in a good manner and secured the covenant.And I remain on the spectra of a numbered arcIt was nothing but a fortress when the battle ragedAnd a shady shade in the heat and the coldHe turned the gazelles of the swords into a harvester's sickle.He built a ruling, his crown is above the skyHe was so humble that most of his companions were distinguished.He was great in the cloak of a soldier.He called for the legislation of windows wheneverSomething new comes to life in the renewing eveningA herald and a trustworthy one, a trustworthy and purified one,And a slave to other than God who did not worshipHis white intentions are a wall of immunityFor a balanced soul and mind that has not been squanderedThe world has com e as a stumbling block and a trialIt became a domed building.They buried a pearl in the sand dunes.So it returned as milk in a smooth, well-groomed field.Did they hear anything but the clanging of ignorance?It became a cooing in a singing spaceAnd the thrones of the bridal chambers became clearOn the purity of a newborn And the most merciful of parentsHe is the virgin fire in the chest of a poetAnd the gasp of the night of the ascetic worshipperHe is the sugar scattered in the joy of the morningAnd the song of the innocent, veiled childHe is the joy coming behind a cloudthat shades an old man whose back has not been supportedHe is the mercy poured from the mouth of a grandmotherwho lulls her ten times with all affectionFar from colors, shape, and passionAnd farther from those who doubt Zahra's beautyIt is the overflowing glow from aboveWith it, the ages shine in every eternity.He has a high status, so he has surpassed... and he has seen...It was said that it appeared to the sheathed lightHe walks without a shadow, and in it are minaretsfor the complaint of a camel in torment, exhausted.My beloved, whom I long for; the Qiblah of our souls.And the lamp of the house of the ignorantMy messenger who gave the wing its spaceHe removed the shackles of illusion from Umm AswadHe took the world with his gentle actionsHe never achieved it with the sharp edge of a sword, but whoever does wrong will be met with his fire.So away with a people whose life is in danger.His message: Love, no difference, give what you have.You have pearls that are beautiful... for the friendI don't care about days that come and goIf there is no mention of the purifier tomorrowI hope to join the Prophet's caravan at a place of restTo catch up with him on the day of the race with the bestThe prophecy of Moses when he spoke to his LordAnd the hymn of the penitent and the birds come to eatAnd the call of Abraham to those who believed in visionsGlory be to Him who is not re duced to ashes in the fire.The good news of Jesus and the good news is hoped forAnd his companions are in every deserted valleyAnd he called them by their names in his bookAnd you are the one who is called by the supported prophetIf a letter leaves your lips, it will not stopLeading the steps of the stars to the patientYou say, "Take from me..." but a groupShe turned her back on him like a shieldAnd you said, "Do..." What have we done? My nation...Driven like a herd from a bridle to a mangerThere are no limits, the taboos are removedThere is no honorable person, for humiliation is my seat.And you showed the way to people, and I wish we wereWe walk right ahead to the paved pathEven if there is a righteous and pure person among usI swear I didn't care when my Uday cameAs if you are a heart and the creatures are its bodyYour law is the embodied pulse of the worldAnd He gave you what He had not given to anyone before you.And He has made you the eternal, abundant pool.Beca use you are the completion of the two verses and their full moonThe warmth of my blanket in the open and my supportYour fragrant beauty is seen by those who pass by in the darkEven if he had a blind, gray eyeYour silence is louder than the singing of a singerAnd the trembling of forests and the cry of a newbornYour sadness is what silk says to a coalAnd a pomegranate tear on a beardless cheekYour voice is a flute traveling in the lightningThe voice of the sky was not hidden... to beginYour hand is a river that flows in every directionAnd what is good in the wrinkly ocean's bellyMy heart will always beat with the name AhmedEven if they besiege him with chains of ironAnd the praises of mankind will remain foreverOverflowing with the lights of repeated peaceHandsome, handsome, with a clear face and a dark complexionDignified, handsome, dark-skinned, without a scrunchieMore beloved to us than the air of our soulsAnd more precious to us than agate and amberThe fragrance stea ls its scentThe kohl of the eyes is envied by the stones of kohl.They have preached his description throughout the centuries.They came on the path of the guided prophetHe illuminated the foreheads of the messengers with his secretAnd the most eloquent of words in every place of rest,the garment of Jerusalem is perfumed with his musk.And the fragrance of the Ascension from his dewy steps, O light of the one who led the prophets behind himHe seemed to be a worshipper who surpassed any other worship.Brother of the trunk's longing, and the connection is an accident..So what if nostalgia longs for a date!The Most Gracious will shade him from the breeze of the sunrise.And protects him from every evil fang.And he was the names when they were revealedAdam, in the stage of ascending maturity,is the light flowing through the ages, and his religion isfor the happiness of this universe in every scene.And whoever follows the guidance of the Prophet and his familyHe is not alone, even if he is aloneAnd the hardships save him while he is an immigrantAnd a red-bellied raven owl watches him.And he returned with a greater victory on the day of his fast.Let Bilal rise with the glorious callTaiba has a special fortune in every gardenThe prayer niche of the worshippers and the paradise of the resting placeMecca is the cradle of revelation, family and childhoodAnd she deserves a house of light and construction.It would be nice if time could go back, maybeI see myself in my house or I talk to my hoopoeHe sends greetings from me to the MessengerAnd carries me towards the propped roofTo kiss a perfume that has no equal in fragranceAnd he touched the arranged saffron threadsI think that the spirit has returned his tongueSo I hear the greeting of the extended intercessor.And when he says: The path was lost with its peopleBut this longing is worthy of my mosqueAnd there was someone who called out... and his question was lost;Do you know what Ahmad's Night Journey and Ascension are?Source: Maan News Agency